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[madamemoiselle]

{It's been a busy week for Diva. With everything from dealing with selling off the Cinq-Fleches company to mourning the death of all her Chevalier, she's pretty tired in general. The thought of coming to the Astral Plane to rest, it hadn't really occurred to her before.

But now she's here, at least. After yet another interview with the media that she's coming to hate pretty quickly, Diva appears on the Astral Plane with one of the instruments that she plays the best, yet doesn't particularly like because of what's associated with it; a violoncello. She is also dressed very cutely, since I am a fashion whore forever.

She's sitting on top of the theater, playing a well-known song with an amount of concentration that seems disproportionate to the task. Every other time she played an instrument or sang a note, after all, she was able to do so with ease.

It's only once she finishes that her brow unfurrows from her intense concentration and she smiles just slightly, as if relieved.}

Ne, at least there's that much left.

Comments

[didorothy]

[slight pause (What attempt to go Van Hellsing do you mean, Diva? Sam would never go vampire hunting with Gene Hunt to an opera house and get himself killed like that!) but then a brief smile]

I think they call that 'selflessness.'

[madamemoiselle]

I think that it's called "being stupid".

{She frowns for a moment, but can't help but smile} After all, you and Gene both got very close to the opera house one day. That would have been a very bad day for you to try and be selfless.

[didorothy]

I meant what you said. That you'd rather be hurt than let someone else hurt. It's... I don't want you to get hurt, but it's good.

[madamemoiselle]

Is it? Then I'm glad! {OH MAN SAM GAVE HER A COMPLIMENT, her day is now made}

But...it's still stupid anyways. That goes against what we're all "hard-wired" to do, I think he said. As animals, sacrificing your life doesn't make any sense, unless for the sake of new life. That was the explanation that Amshel would give when I would ask why humans do that, but...the idea of doing it because you care, I like that more.

[didorothy]

It's what I like to believe, too. That, instead of it being the sum of instincts and chemicals and logic. I don't know if I always do believe it, but I want to.

[madamemoiselle]

Then...I guess this would be a good time to ask.

I know that Sam told me before, but...I really need to know. I mean, after it ended up being my friend, Nathan, rather than a person I knew hated me, I would feel better knowing. Now, I don't feel like I should hold out my feelings anymore if it's...a bad idea.

So, Sam, how do you feel about me? What--who am I to you?

[didorothy]

[after the surprise fades, we get panic]

I don't know if this - what do you - I don't know what you're asking. I... care about you, I'm going to take care of you. I said I wasn't going to give up on you and I won't.

[madamemoiselle]

But...how do you care for me, that's what I want to know. Are we "just friends"? Or does Sam love me?

What I want to know is...Is it safe for me to give Sam my life?

[didorothy]

I don't want you to give your life for me. And there's no such thing as - as 'just friends.' Diva, being friends isn't less. And I do... I care about you. I'd risk my life for you. I...

[and he hesitates, stopping his own tongue to keep himself from rambling something stupid and incoherent and irrational]

[and then, after silence and twisted words, he speaks a vow]

I won't leave you.

[madamemoiselle]

I meant that...Not that I was giving my life for you. I meant that I wanted to live for you. I don't have any goals, no aspirations, the only thing I want is to be someone's. The only thing I want is to make someone that I love happy. But that person is gone, so I feel very...empty. I guess that's it.

Because now, I have my chance to live, I think. After all, that feeling of being tired, it's gone. I don't think that I have to sleep anymore.

[didorothy]

You don't? That's... brilliant.

But I... I don't want you to tie yourself to me. You could be so much, Diva. You could be - you are, already, a famous singer, but you could be anything! The whole world's open to me. It needs to be about making you happy, not someone else.

[madamemoiselle]

But...that's not what I want. I'm already rich, I'm already famous, and I could have anyone in the world that I want. But the one that I want is you, Sam. Because you're the only, or I guess now it's the first, that sees me as a person.

{Smiles} Besides, I'm too selfish to devote myself to someone just because it makes them happy. It makes me happy too. Being a famous singer, that doesn't make me as happy as it does to see Sam smile, for example.

[didorothy]

[there's a brief, flattered smile, but it fades]

What do you want from me, Diva?

[madamemoiselle]

{She has to think about that for a moment, but then looks back to Sam}

If I could make Sam, then I would say that I want Sam to love me the way that I love him. But...more than a lot of other things, I know that you can't force someone to love you. So, in that case, I would say that I want Sam to be a person I can depend on. Because...Ne, I kind of need that person. I could depend on Amshel, but...I never really thought that he would die.

I never thought that I'd be alone, you know?

[didorothy]

[he looks at her, ducking his head at the word 'love,' but he turns his gaze back up. Then he nods and squeezes her hand]

Anything you need, Diva. I want to help you.

[madamemoiselle]

Ne, the problem is, I don't really know what it is that I need.

{After a moment,} Though, why did you look down just now?

[didorothy]

[a bit surprised] I d-... I don't know.

[madamemoiselle]

You don't?

[didorothy]

Surprising as it may be, I don`t often think about what I`m doing.

[madamemoiselle]

{She thinks about it for a moment, and what he said} Could it because I said "love"?

[didorothy]

[Sam's awkwardness is a good indicator of 'yes'] Might be.

[madamemoiselle]

...I think that's it. But why is that? Sam didn't mind before when I said that I loved him.

[didorothy]

I don't know.

Diva, could we... just, not talk about it? Whatever happens... we'll just see how things go.

[madamemoiselle]

Oh, yes, of course! I'm really sorry for bringing it up.

[didorothy]

Don't be. Just... uh, you were playing? [waves hand at violoncello]